An Unceasing Tick Tock

Call out to the morning,
Let it raise its curtain on your day.
Watch the golden dawning,
Paint the sky in glorious array.

Smile wide at the sunshine,
Let its warmth change the sky’s greys to blues.
Watch all yellows combine,
In such extraordinary views.

Lift eyes and scan the sky,
Let it wake up your sleepy head.
Watch the clouds floating by,
Where eagles proudly fly, their wings spread.

Pause and breath in the awe,
Let its wonder fill your mind with balm.
Watch all the magic pour,
Filling one with peacefulness and calm.

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Up Up And Away

Balloons floating across the sky,
What a wonderful way to fly,
High up in the atmosphere,
Where the air is fresh and clear.

They are such a wondrous sight,
Each one glorious in it's flight,
All with designs in vivid hues,
Giving us such tremendous views.

Silently they drift away,
Towards the dawn of a new day,
Lit up by each quick burst of fire,
Sending them up, higher and higher.

What a way to spend a day,
Ballooning, up up and away,
To be above the fields and trees,
Gliding along upon the breeze.

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Our Pot Of Gold

Lord, when you look down and view your earth,
Does seeing it, bring you tears or mirth.
Do you always guide us from our birth,
Are our lives to you, of any worth.

Lord, when you look down and see your flock,
Have we built values on sand or rock.
Are we always kind or do we mock,
Will your door be opened when we knock.

Lord, when you look down from your abode,
Will you find us, and your arms enfold.
Whether we're still young or whether old,
Finding in your peace our pot of gold.

Lord, when you look down, bless us each day,
In our daily tasks and in our play.
As we try hard not to go astray,
To follow your rules and to obey.

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So He Never Did!

Jim said he'd take her for a stroll.
Then they'd have tea and toad-in-the-hole,
But they wouldn't let him out on parole,
So he never did!

Jo said they'd both go to the park,
Have a kiss and have a lark,
But he lost her there, out in the dark,
So he never did!

James said he'd hire a limousine,
And take her up to Aberdeen,
But he ended up somewhere, in between,
So he never did!

John said he'd buy her a lovely mink,
Gosh, she thought, I'm in the pink,
But it was a skunk. Wow what a stink!
So he never did!

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Tiger

Tiger with coat of dissimilar stripes,
When he’s angry, tiger swipes,
Tiger cautious, guarding his lair,
Danger lurking, tiger aware.

Tiger hungry so he hunts,
Facing quarry, tiger confronts.
Tiger waiting, being sly,
Undercover, no tiger espy.

Tiger detects, now he purrs,
Hunger pangs, tiger stirs.
Tiger quick, must now surprise,
Here we have one tiger, wise.

Tiger from his throat he roars,
Stretching out those tiger claws.
Tiger moving, stealthy pelt,
Expiration, by tiger dealt.

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On A Mission

Through the shopping Arcades
full of various trades.
Folk go on a mission
with just one ambition.
To find some great bargains
within some tight margins.

Funds are in a low state,
makes the poor heart deflate.
No designer labels
laid out on ‘posh’ tables,
will attract them to buy,
when the price is too high.

Window glancing today,
at what’s put on display.
Credit cards, they are bad.
Build arrears, so sad.
Save enough, pay your way.
Best advice to convey.

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Fully Rigged

Tall Ships that sail the ocean blue,
And ride the waves through calm and storm,
Are fully rigged, with a gallant crew,
Who have their duties to perform.

For starting on the upper decks,
They scrub the planks and coil the ropes,
And do a hundred vital checks,
With sextant, compass, and some telescopes.

With careful ease, they travel on,
And when they turn, veer to the west,
The Captain steers through every swell,
Though pitched and tossed o'er every crest.

So fine and gracious are these crafts,
Built with such care and made to last,
They're caressed by a gentle wind that wafts,
And their grace is something unsurpassed.

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Oh! To Be Slim

Why do we spend so much time in the gym,
Why is it that we feel we must keep slim,
On cycling, long hours we spend,
But, go nowhere, in the end,
It's really hard work this trying to stay trim!

We watch the calories as they mount up high,
And cannot seem to control our intake - Why?
We always need a snack,
This slimming, we can't crack,
The effort of trying really makes one cry!

We should be happy with the shape we are,
And just enjoy eating, our chocolate bar,
Magazine diets just make us blue,
So, just what are we to do,
We always seem to feel, well below par!

Perhaps a 'Personal Trainer' would be nice,
He'd have us slim and fit within a trice,

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The Residue

Rain in the gutter,
muttering as it gushes down
through the drain cover.

Water in volume, rushing along,
so strong and powerful,
buffeting the kerb stones and mortar
at the pavements edge,
wedging the silt up into a pile,
and all the while,
building it higher and higher.

When the streams subside,
the residue is left to be dried,
by the sun,
and the wind whisks it up in swirls,
and it is deposited further down the street,
to meet up with other surplus dust.

A never ending circle of events,

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How Long

‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
when first I ventured into your bed.
We’ve made it through together since then,
time filled with laughter, and counting to ten’.

‘How long is it since we were wed,
teapot filled up, toast with butter spread.
Memories formed and loved treasures kept,
times of bright smiles, moments when we’ve wept’.

‘How long is it dear since we were wed,
letters and cards, so numerous, read.
Funny jokes told and stories so sad,
accepting good, along with the bad’.

‘How long is it dear, since we were wed,
and what’s for us in the times ahead.
Shall we go on in the same old way,
each looking back to our own heyday’.

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